Page 82 of Finding the Forward: Part Two
I went over to AJ and lowered my voice, though Dean and Grif were now bickering over what type of cinnamon to use. “Hey, I owe Verity something. Keep an eye on them for me.”
“Only if you owe her a cock in the mouth.” His eyes lit up.
“Oh, yes.” And so much more. “Thanks, AJ.”
“Anytime.” He smirked.
The laundry room reeked of vinegar. Verity had a spray bottle and a baleful look.
“How’s it going?” I put an arm around her waist and snagged her for a kiss.
“I can’t get the mildew out of these things.” She gestured to the clothes soaking in bowls or laid out on every surface.
“How important are they?” I asked as I checked the fuel levels on the generator. It could go out again at any time.
Verity sighed. “Honestly, not really. I think I’ll let them soak. Wash them on hot one last time. And then…”
“That’s for the better. Are you done? Because I think someone is due a reward.” I came up behind her and pressed myself into her. My lips attacked her neck, and the spray bottle in her hand fell to the floor.
“Jonas.” Her driftwood scent flared with sweet desire.
I picked her up and carried her back into my bedroom and shut the door. Balancing her on my hip, I pulled back the comforter and sheets and set her on the bed, watching her expression as she sank into the softness.
Usually, I didn’t allow street clothes in the bed, but she’d just put on some leggings and one of Dean’s shirts when we had lunch.
Her nostrils flared and her eyes gleamed. “Wait, is this…”
I picked up the ties from the nightstand and flicked out my pierced tongue. “Oh, it is. Is that okay, Sweet Girl?”
“Please.” She pulled off her shirt and tossed it on the floor.
There was nothing under that shirt but golden breasts and erect nipples. Grabbing her by the ankles, I pulled her to me and peeled off her fuzzy socks and leggings.
No panties either?Lucky me.
I positioned her naked body on the bed and made sure she had enough pillows. Taking the ties, I secured her to my headboard, using the hidden rings meant for that purpose.
Standing back, I admired my work. “Are you comfortable, Sweetheart?”
“I am. Yellow if I’m not, red if I need you to stop.” Her gaze smoldered as she spread her toned legs.
Grabbing my phone, I started my relaxation music playlist, and soothing sounds filled the room. I flipped off the lamp, so the room was lit only by the window and candles.
Nice and cozy.
“I’m going to feast on you and make you come over and over.” I crawled on the bed, caging her with my arms.
My lips crashed against her, and I kissed her long and hard until she writhed under me. My kisses covered her face. They trailed down her neck and languidly skated over her collarbone where maybe one day I’d mark her. I explored every inch of her body: her shoulders, her elbows, the backs of her knees.
“Jonas.” Her voice shook.
I knew what she wanted, but she didn’t ask, being patient. Wow, it was nice to have a patient lover in my bed.
My kisses trailed up her leg. I traced the little flower on her inner thigh with my tongue. Pushing her thighs open wide, I buried my face in her softness.
“Yes,yes,” she cried, back arching.
“Come whenever you want. Though if you cry too loud, we’re going to have company.” My pierced tongue flickered over her clit.
